This will be a long rant as I am feeling sorry for myself, as I'm sure my DS is.
DS is 3.10 and has developmental delay of around 1 year (20 mths in some areas). I also have a challenging dyspraxic DD of 8.
The last few days have been a bit stressful - as most peoples lives are - but have had a burst soil pipe upstairs, which my plumbing insurance to from weds am to frid pm to send out an adequately competent plumber to fix the problem - the ceilings of 1 rooms downstairs came down in the initial torrent. It was half term and a nightmare.
This week have been trying to get all estimates etc in for repair/assessor coming Thurs.
Ds had both his legs plastered in Jan/Feb to correct a muscle contraction - these are removed and changed weekly to stretch and realign feet/legs, this cured his postural problems as to balance he used to bend forward at the waist (and fall and hurt himself a lot).
His feet were measured 6 weeks ago as his orthotic boots had got to small, yesterday they admitted hey had lost the order and he has to go back in Mon to be remeasured and wait up to another 2-4 weeks for them to arrive.
He is now having to go back into plaster next week as his posture has gone back to how it was and he is falling 10+ times per day - including 2 hospital trips for glue (on face and head) in the last 3 weeks. So I am livid about their incompetance having such bad consequences.
Today DS got up at 6am (despite being up between 3 - 4am when I was up with him, DD at 7am, DH got up at 8.45am. By which time I had done hung out 2 loads of washing and re loaded machine, un/loaded dishwasher, given the DDs boiled eggs for b/fast, fed rabbits, cat, unmuzzled the greedy ponies (to stop them eating and getting laminitis) changed DS' nappy, got him dressed and generally entertained the DC and kept them quite so DH could sleep. Also when he got up he wanted to S*it, shower and shave whilst I cared for the DC so he could take DD to ballet - which he does every week as it only involvs driving and sitting and having a peaceful coffee, something I would quite like to do. It is school fair today and I was looking forward to going, but he wouldn't look after DS whilst I got ready - he cannot be left as has no sense of danger. So I was feeling pretty resentful already.
My DS has become quite unkind and this week has bitten me hard enough to bite 3 times, due to his mobility problems he usually pushes round a brick truck/mobility pushchair (heavy wood) or similar. He just rams it into you if you are in the way, whilst politely shouting "excuse me". He does tis many times per day.
Today as I was opening the back door, so couldn't move out of the way, DS shouted "excuse me" and rammed me in the ankle with his pushchair. I screamed at him and shouted 'no' and put him on the bottom step - not that we have a naughty step as such I just wanted him away from his 'weapon' and me for a moment.
DH who was getting in the car heard me and came back in and asked what was going on. He doesn't think I should have shouted.
I'm sure I shouldn't have shouted, but what do you do with a near 4 yr old sized/strength child with the understanding of a 2.5 yr old?
God I am fed up of having no me time, I've put back on nearly all the 24 lbs I lost last year just due to not enough time to eat and excercise properly, even if I had gone to the summer fair I'd have hated it as all that fits me are my jeans and it is a swanky private school full of stick thin pampered Mummies.
God I feel really sorry for myself and should just pull myself together, even I despise me for being so pathetic.
I apologise for my post, but needed to get it off my chest.